The Rabbit Factory (Lomax and Biggs Series #1)

The Rabbit Factory (Lomax and Biggs Series #1)

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by Marshall Karp

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Welcome to Lamaar Studios. Once a small Southern California animation house, it has grown into an entertainment conglomerate encompassing movies, television, music, video games, and a sprawling theme park called Familyland.

When an actor portraying Familyland's beloved mascot, Rambunctious Rabbit, is brutally murdered on park grounds, Lamaar executives fear…  See more details below


Welcome to Lamaar Studios. Once a small Southern California animation house, it has grown into an entertainment conglomerate encompassing movies, television, music, video games, and a sprawling theme park called Familyland.

When an actor portraying Familyland's beloved mascot, Rambunctious Rabbit, is brutally murdered on park grounds, Lamaar executives fear that their idyllic image of '50s America will be shattered. Feeling pressure from the studio, LAPD Detectives Mike Lomax and Terry Biggs must conduct their investigation while avoiding the public eye.

But as more murders are committed, Lomax and Biggs uncover a sinister plot. Someone has a vendetta against Lamaar, a vendetta worth killing for. With the media closing in and political pressure mounting, the partners must race to discover the Lamaar-hating madman before he brings the family entertainment giant to its knees.

Bringing a fresh duo of cops to the thriller set, The Rabbit Factory is both suspenseful and satiric, a taut mystery wrapped in sharp, comedic prose.

About the Author
MARSHALL KARP's writing career has spanned a wide range of fields, from advertising and marketing to stage, screen, and television. He is the author of the play Squabbles and the screenwriter for the 2000 film Just Looking. The Rabbit Factory is his first novel.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
The publisher's blurb on playwright and screenplay writer Karp's first novel, "The hilarious and suspenseful introduction of Detectives Mike Lomax and Terry Biggs," makes the two LAPD detectives sound as if they're the reincarnation of the Keystone Kops. They are amusing, but the comedy never overshadows this smart, many-layered thriller. Lomax's beloved wife has died, his doting father is trying to get him to go on dates and his wayward, gambling-addicted brother is in deep trouble. Meanwhile, Lomax is trying to solve a string of high-profile murders aimed at destroying a Disneyesque theme park, Lamaar's Familyland. First, the employee playing Rambunctious Rabbit, Familyland's signature cartoon character, is strangled in his rabbit suit, then a series of other employees and visitors to the park are killed, bringing the company to its knees. Lomax, Biggs and the FBI have their work cut out for them in a clever plot that will keep readers guessing to the very end. Enthusiastic readers will anxiously await the return of detectives Lomax and Biggs. (May) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In screenwriter Karp's first novel, a man dressed as Rambo the Rabbit is murdered on the hallowed grounds of Familyland, a theme park not situated in Anaheim, CA. Rambo the Rabbit (not Mickey the Mouse) is the signature character of Dean Lamaar, a cartoonist from the Midwest who parlayed his colleagues' talents into a multimillion-dollar empire. Soon it becomes clear that there's a plot against the company, and the detective duo of Mike Lomax and Terry Biggs are on the case. Lomax has a cantankerous but lovable dad whose movie-business background allows bonding over this case, and Biggs is a wannabe standup comic. What might have been a darkly satirical insider's view of the entertainment industry or a detective/buddy novel attempts to be both and loses its fizz well before its 600-plus pages play out. An optional purchase.-Bob Lunn, Kansas City P.L., MO Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A big, leisurely paced thriller, the first novel for playwright and screenwriter Karp, traces an insidious, insider terrorist attack on a Disney-like cartoon empire in L.A. The Rambunctious Rabbit is the Mickey Mouse of creator Dean Lamaar's vast, popular theme park, Familyland, and the seminal character to be attacked in an attempt to dismantle the animation network based in Costa Luna, Calif. The man strangled in the rabbit suit was in fact a convicted pedophile, leaving the two LAPD homicide detectives assigned to the case, Mike Lomax and Terry Biggs, scratching their heads at how the man got a job working with kids. The casualties pile up over the course of two weeks: A former Lamaar producer is whacked with a bat; a visitor to Familyland is stabbed in the public bathroom; a bomb is set off at a Dallas Burger King, which has developed promotional tie-ins with Lamaar. Who's behind these scarily well-planned attacks aimed at humiliating Lamaar Studios, built up by the genius of now-deceased Dean Lamaar and four of his World War II army buddies-The Cartoon Corp? Protagonist Lomax is a 42-year-old widower, tough-talking but sensitive, and not quite ready to start dating despite the strong-arming of his father, Big Jim, a retired Teamster. In fact, Lomax is still wading sorrowfully through the letters his dead wife left him. During the course of the investigation, all kinds of intriguing subplots erupt, but it's the history of Lamaar Studios that proves key, as the elder members of the Cartoon Corp. express resentment at the vulgar course the network has veered since Dean's death, and the son of one of them, Danny Eeg, still simmers at what he considers unfair treatment of his father. Karpcraftily engineers a statement on ethical values, both institutional and personal. A bloated piece of work, devoted more to the pleasure of reading than the offer of a dazzling denouement.
From the Publisher
“…the comedy never overshadows this smart, many-layered thriller…[with] a clever plot that will keep readers guessing to the very end. Enthusiastic readers will anxiously await the return of detectives Lomax and Biggs.”
Publishers Weekly (starred)

“…irresistible and often poignant…Like the best of Donald Westlake and Carl Hiaasen, The Rabbit Factory is deftly plotted and deliciously askew.”
Booklist (starred)

"Marshall Karp could well be the Carl Hiaasen of Los Angeles – only I think he's even funnier. The Rabbit Factory will touch your funny bone, and your heart."
–James Patterson, best-selling author of Along Came a Spider and Kiss the Girls

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MacAdam/Cage Publishing, Incorporated
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Lomax and Biggs Series, #1
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5.90(w) x 8.80(h) x 1.50(d)

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I wish I still smoked. Some occasions just seem to go better when I inhale deadly toxins. Like opening Joanie’s monthly letter. But I gave up tobacco seven years ago, so I had to resort to other self-inflicted pain. Exercise.

I did 45 minutes on the bike, managed a hundred and fourteen sit-ups, then hit the shower, slowly edging the hot water from invigorating to excruciating. I switched to cold just before my back started to blister.

I was out of coffee, but there was half a pot of Juan Valdez’s finest still on the counter from yesterday. I poured a cup and nuked it. It tasted like Juan’s donkey’s finest, but at 7 in the morning, I’ll take my caffeine any way I can get it.

I poured myself a bowl of Cheerios. Andre heard me chewing and showed up before I swallowed my first mouthful. “We’re giving out numbers this morning,” I told him. “I’m one. You’re two. Wait your turn.”

Andre does not grasp the finer points of math, but he got my gist and sprawled out on the floor, waiting patiently for his number to be called.

I propped the envelope against the cereal box. On the front was my name in Joanie’s girly-girl handwriting. Plus the number 6. Only she didn’t write the number. There were just hash marks. Like an inmate counting days.

I sat there staring at the envelope and spooning up my Cheerios. Andre remained a polite two feet away, both eyes riveted on the spoon. “Explain something to me,” I said to him. “How come the Cheerios commercials always show happy Moms with perky breasts, Dads who seem to be on the right career path and teenage kids with no substance abuse problems? What about real families like us? A middle-aged widower and his Cheerio-loving dog?”

Andre shifted positions and started licking his dick. “You keep doing that at the breakfast table,” I told him, “and we’ll never wind up on television.”

I always put in too much milk, so I grabbed another fistful of cereal, to establish better oats-to-milk ratio in the bowl. I still wasn’t ready to open the letter, so I read the box, and was delighted to find that Cheerios may reduce my cholesterol if I make them part of my heart-healthy diet. I decided not to order a Cheerios T-shirt for only $4.99 and wondered why they had to print “limit 4 T-shirts per household.” Are there actually households that need more than four? And if so, why would General Mills deprive them?

I left an inch of milk and about two dozen floaters in the bowl and set it down on the floor next to Andre. He stopped gratifying himself sexually and immediately dove into the heart-healthier choice.

I waited for him to finish so I could pick up the bowl, otherwise Rosa, my cleaning lady, would find it on the floor and have to go to church to ask God to forgive me for feeding the dog out of my dead wife’s good dishes.

Andre finished his Cheerios and went back to his dick. I put the bowl in the sink, went back to the bedroom and plopped down on the big stuffed chair. I used Joanie’s best cake knife to open the envelope. Dios mio; pray for me, Rosa.
Dearest Mike,

Are these letters driving you crazy? Tough shit. I’ve never been dying before, and I’m trying to figure this out as I go along. It serves you right for marrying a first-born, perfectionist, Gemini, control freak.

Assuming you’re following my orders and reading these on schedule (if you don’t I’ll come back and haunt you) it’s been six months. Hopefully Rosa is still coming, or by now there are 180 pair of dirty socks and underwear piled up on the bedroom floor.

I wrote the first five letters when I was between chemo sessions. Today I’m vomiting between paragraphs, so bear with me.

I’m sad for you. The hardest part of this whole ordeal is not that I’m dying (although believe me that sucks big time). It’s trying to imagine you without me.

How can I not be there every morning when you roll over all shaggy, scruffy and if I’m lucky, horny. How can I not be there on Sunday nights at Gino’s to split a sausage and pineapple pizza and a bottle of dago red? How can I not be with you? How can you be -– how can you exist -– without me?

I don’t know how many more letters I’ve got left in me, but I’ll write #7 tomorrow. Just to whet your appetite, I promise to reveal the biggest secret I ever kept from you. No cheating. You can’t open it for another month.

Michael, my sweet lover, I know these messages from your dear departed wife must be like getting greeting cards from the Surreal section of the Hallmark store. But I can’t stop writing. I’ve accepted the fact that I can’t hold onto my own life. I just can’t let go of being part of yours.

I will love you for eternity. Give Big Jim and Andre big wet kisses for me.

I closed my eyes and let it soak in. Then I read the letter again. I was about to read it for the third time when the annoying little voice that lives rent free inside my head told me to put the fucking letter away now.

I try not to argue with the voice. I extricated myself from the sagging green chair as gracefully as one can extricate 180 pounds from anything.

I walked over to Joanie’s dressing table, and picked up the double-sided silver picture frame she gave me for our first anniversary. On the left side of the frame was our wedding picture with her handwritten inscription below. “To my darling Mike, We’ve only just begun. Love, Joanie”

On the opposite side was the identical picture, but through the miracle of Photoshop, Joanie had digitally aged us fifty years. My hair was silver and thinning, but at least she gave me hair. I was thirty pounds heavier, and my face was lined with crags and crevices.

Joanie was even harder on herself, thickening out her middle, bluing her beautiful strawberry blonde hair and adding liberal amounts of wrinkles and liver spots to her glowing skin. But she didn’t change her eyes. There were crow’s feet on the outside, but inside they were still the color I told her was Cavu Blue. My father flies a Piper Warrior on the weekends, and CAVU is pilot talk for a sky that has Ceiling And Visibility Unlimited. To me nothing is bluer.

“I resent the fact that you think I can’t function without Rosa cleaning up after me,” I said to the left side of the frame. “For your information, I was recently honored by Good Housekeeping as one of the only men on the planet who have actually mastered the art of picking up his own dirty socks and underwear. And you thought I couldn’t live without you.”

Andre paddled in. Andre, just for the record, is a 6-year-old black Standard French Poodle. Not the kind of dog you’d expect to be living with a cop. But this dog has instincts like Sherlock Holmes and better communication skills than a kennel full of movie Lassies.

He cocked his big curly head, and gave me his most serious man-to-man look, which I clearly understood to say, “Hey, Lomax, I heard you talking, and now I see that it’s just you and the picture of your dead wife. I’m starting to worry about you, pal.”

I half-put the frame back down on the dressing table, then pulled it back to my lips, pressed my face to the glass and finally, set it back down. Andre, realizing that this was a private moment, and that there was nothing edible in it for him, toddled off back to the living room.

The phone rang. It was my partner, Terry Biggs.

“Hey, Mike, we got a live one.” A live one was Terry’s standard lame joke for a homicide victim.

“Ask me if the vic was a man or a woman,” he said. Terry is a wannabe stand-up comic, but he’s never sure he’s going to get the straight line, so he helps you serve it up to him. I was in no mood to resist.

“Okay, Terry, who bought it? A man or a woman?”

“A rabbit,” he answered, hoping to get a bigger reaction from me than I was capable of giving. “Actually a guy in a Rambo Rabbit suit. It happened out at Lamaar’s Familyland.”

“Familyland?” I said. “Is no place sacred?”

“I guess the scumbags are branching out. More work for you and me,” Terry said. “I’ll pick you up in 15.”

I hung up. The letter was still in my other hand. There was a wooden box on top of Joanie’s dressing table. I had found it gift wrapped at the bottom of my shirt drawer a few days after the funeral.

A brass plaque on top was engraved “Mike and Joan… till death us do part.” That’s where I found the letter. I put number 6 back in the box. There were still three more to be opened.

I picked up my gun and my shield and had one more go at the picture. “This is not easy reading, Joanie,” I said. “Don’t be surprised if I come home tonight and flush all these fucking letters down the toilet.”

“Don’t be an asshole,” said the annoying little voice inside my head who hasn’t paid a day’s rent in 42 years.

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James Patterson
Marshall Karp could well be the Carl Hiaasen of Los Angeles -- only I think he’s even funnier.  The Rabbit Factory will touch your funny bone, and your heart.

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Rabbit Factory (Lomax and Biggs Series #1) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 66 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I gave The Rabbit Factory my highest compliment I turned off a Red Sox game to read. There are a few must-have mysteries on my reading list ¿ John Sandford's Lucas Davenport series, Jeffrey Deaver's Lincoln Rhyme series, Ridley Pearson's Lou Boldt series. Lomax and Biggs are great, and I'm looking forward to their next case. There's a new must-have on my list: the next Marshall Karp book.
TWTaz More than 1 year ago
Perfect blend of mystery and humor with fantastic characters. Read this book and you will not be disappointed. Then go out and buy Blood Thirsty. I am anxiously awaiting Marshall Karp's next Lomax & Biggs case!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! I bought it one day and never thought too much about it, until I picked it up one day last week and couldn't put it down. I highly reccomend this book to anyone who likes murder mysteries!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
As a kid of the 1950s,I'd look forward to the Saturday morning westerns and serials-Not since then have I looked forward to such a great story--Written with sensitivity to make you laugh and cry and yearn for more--The saddest part of this book was that it ended--the shortest 600 pages I've ever read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is so good, you should buy the hardcover edition. Stop reading this review and order it. And get his second one, Blood Thirsty, too. You'll never regret it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was an excellent book. I took it with me for my week long trip scuba diving in Key Largo. Needless to say I wasn't sure which I wanted to do more, read or scuba dive. An excellent book that you don't want to put down.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was fantastic. An addictive novel that entertains until the last page. It's the perfect mix of a murder mystery and a comedy. How this book hasn't become a permanent fixture on the bestseller list is a mystery to me.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Watch out James Patterson. You coached him well. At the same time both exciting and very funny, twisting and turning to the end. What a breath of fresh air. Let's hope we see more!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was a little overwhelmed by the number of pages in this book. Once I started reading, I could not put it down. I finished it in three days. Some parts made me laugh out loud. Wonderful author!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am just over 400 pages into this new novel, but I am going to quickly write this and get back to it. All I can say is that it is one of those books that makes you wake up at 3AM because you just have to find out what happens next! I am thoroughly enjoying this one.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I lost a day and a half of a lovely holiday weekend, glued to the sofa reading this novel. A page-turner, if I've ever read one. There are a host of delightful characters: everyone who shows up on the scene -- no matter how briefly -- is deftly and amusingly drawn. The plot keeps turning: everytime I thought I knew where it was going, I didn't. As enjoyable as it is intriguing and suspenseful. A great read summer read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A friend sent me Rabbit Factory. Provocative, tantalizing and laugh out loud funny are words that rarely go together but they do for this book. Every time Karp softens you up with a laugh he does a quick shuffle and slips in a plot twist that makes you wonder how he can be so deft. My family (wife and two teens) are negotiating for who gets to read it next. It's that rare gem - devilishly clever, irresistibly funny and satisfyingly emotional.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Marshall Karp has written a clever,tongue in cheek detective story which introduces Lomax and Biggs, the wittiest detective team found in any novel. The story is fast-paced and fun I couldn't put it down until I finished.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was a bit daunted by 600 pages, but not to worry, each one was worth the time. If you like the humor of Mash, this is your book. Eagerly waiting for the next volume.
Guest More than 1 year ago
If you're averse to detective novels and 'beach read' sounds a little too Gidget-y for your taste, this is a book for you. Lomax and Biggs are indeed seasoned detectives. And The Rabbit Factory is far from The Brothers Karamazov. But Marshall Karp has woven together a plot which speaks fluently a mutt dialect that's equal parts Elmore Leonard and Frank McCourt (just wait for that last chapter, folks). Hard-nosed with a sharp humor and a soft heart, this book is difficult to punch holes in. Let's just hope Det. Karp hasn't turned in his gun and badge just yet.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It is so rare anymore that I find a book that captivates my immediate attention. Usually, if I am not engrossed within the first thirty pages or so, I give up. When I started reading this book, I was hooked by page two. Yes, it is a rather long book, but worth every single page! I wish it would have been longer because I just didn't want the story to end. The book shows a wide range of emotions among its well developed characters, ranging from absolute hilarity to intense sadness. It's quite unlike any suspenseful mystery I have ever read. It will definitely go on my list of all time favorites. If you are looking for a great beach/poolside read for this summer, gives this one a try.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Marshall Karp's The Rabbit Factory is a wonderful, witty new thriller. Biggs and Lomax are the best pair since Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. This is a riveting yet tender book, with enough suspense and wry humor to keep you going right to the end. Great Father's Day gift!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is a page turner. I was so engrossed in the story that I forgot about myself for a while. This would be a great summer read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Marshall Karp's new novel is funny, complex, mischievous, playful, sad and over 600 pages of just plain fun. A brilliantly constructed whodunit that makes you want many more murders, so the characters continue to entertain and fascinate us. Let's hope that this Rabbit multiplies, so that this writer produces many more opportunities for us to spend time with his detectives. Buy it. Read it. Enjoy it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Rabbit Factory may well be a thriller, but it's unlike any thriller I've read recently. Well written with three-dimensional characters and laugh-out-loud funny, the Rabbit Factory is the most enjoyable book that I have read in ages. I literally could not put it down and tore through all 600+ pages in 2 days. Mike Lomax and Terry Biggs are 2 of the most enjoyable characters to be introduced to the genre since Jesse Stone. Real, flawed, and funny they draw you in not only to the case they are working on (a vendetta against a Disney-esque entertainment conglomerate) but into their lives as well. This debut novel from a Jim Patterson protege is a great summertime beach read that will keep you laughing, guessing and overall highly entertained.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I just finished Marshall Karp's new novel, 'The Rabbit Factory'. It was one of the funniest and best books I've ever read. The only problem was, even at 600 pages, it wasn't long enough. I will anxiously await his next Lomax and Biggs novel. I hope he writes fast and gets it on the shelves soon.
Drewano 22 hours ago
A wonderfully crafted story that provides a steady stream of action, great plot development and intrigue along with some funny one liners. The characters are likable and can make you laugh as well as want to cry. The plot is great and keeps you guessing until the big reveal and the books is well written. Overall I can’t think of a book that I enjoyed as much in a long time. ‘The Rabbit Factory” was non-stop fun from start to finish.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This didn't interest me one bit.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very funny! There is a good story behind all of the joking around.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book, twists & turns. Muders, mayhem & laughter. Story was unexpected, loved the characters, really enjoyed the comedic value throughout. Definately worth the time